𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 // matt sturniolo imagines

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭

for the longest time, matt had always zipped his mouth shut. he spoke occasionally around you, enough for you to remember his voice; enough for you to crave words spewing out of his mouth like a volcano erupting every now and then. you didn't know why you desired the sound of his voice. you didn't know why it drew you in like a moth to a flame or a magnet and metal. every time a word came from his mouth, you grew intrigued and wanting more.

you never truly knew why he was so quiet. you had been to parties and gatherings with the triplets before, paying close attention to the idiosyncrasies and studying the seemingly silent boy. his still demeanor turned tumultuous when in the presence of other people; he spoke with such confidence it made you wonder if it was even him or not. it was truly only you who was the social misfit he rarely spoke to. at first, you wondered if you had accidentally did something to offend him or cause him to dislike speaking to you. maybe slam the car door too hard or joked around in a way he didn't find funny; was it possible he simply didn't like you or want to talk to you?

his lack of speech wasn't in a rude way. to other people, you'd understand why it seemed that way. yet, you understood. maybe he was shy or maybe he just doesn't like talking around you. you never let that ruin anything. he was your friends' brother and you tried your best to ignore his lack of presence whenever you were around. it seems rude, yet, something in the air told you it wasn't in a rude way. you weren't completely sure if you should lean on intuition that he wasn't meaning to seem so cold.

then again, you still had always found his eyes lingering on you. sure, he rarely spoke, but you always felt piercing blue eyes on you at any given moment. at the mall, at parties, even while you're sitting on the couch with your friends watching a movie: his eyes connected with your body and you had no clue why. other than that, his hand occasionally brushed against yours and, when he sits next to you, he falls asleep with his head on your shoulder. you've always been oblivious. you brushed it off as a tired boy who just needed something to rest his head against.

over time, you craved hearing his voice; the way a vampire thirsts for fresh blood instead of relying on old, brown blood bags when it's day time. he picked you up occasionally, nodding his head at you and soon turning his attention to the road ahead of him. even when his brothers spoke to him, it was either a nod of the head or the shaking of it. if you were lucky, he'd say a couple words and you'd feel your cheeks slightly tint with shades of crimson. truly, you were confused on why your heart started beating faster, almost like you had just ran three miles with no break, whenever he'd speak.

currently, you and the three brothers were driving around empty streets of san francisco. a spontaneous road trip occurred, causing the four of you to pack your bags and start driving away from boston and into the bay. this was your hometown, and as much as you love boston, you felt the most at home here instead. you looked out the window of the car, sitting with a seat of space between you and nick, gazing at the lights. oh, how you loved seeing the twinkle of the outgoing city life and how lively it had always been. you grew fond of the glimmer of each light peaking out bedroom windows and thought of the people that lived there. everyone has a different life; a different story and meaning to the reason they live and do the things they do. the lights soon turned into a small forest with a park. yet, you still gazed at the atmosphere around you.

"i wanna go on a walk," chris suddenly exclaimed like a child.

you laughed a bit, "chris, it's like eleven at night and it's cold. i don't have a sweater on. i'll stay here."

"i also want to walk," nick adds on, "i need air. we've been in this car for like four hours driving."

matt parked the car in the space where the city meets the forest. you enjoyed the contrast between nature and urbanity. you stayed in your seat, eyes still locked on the window outside, as chris and nick unbuckled their seatbelts.